[ Of course he concentrated on the part that feels incriminating, and that's almost a relief, in some small, strange way. ]

Me. Nygma. Whoever he talked to, if he did.

[ Shifting uncomfortably, running her hands across each other, through each other, because now that she has said it she has to figure out what else there is to say. Slowly. ]

I knew he was a threat, but lots of people are threats and I never had any proof he'd actually done anything.